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When Twilight Comes

When twilight comes,
be morn or eve,
a time when cares 
and fears take leave,
when the sun arises,
when the sun does set,
when the trials of the world
have not come yet,
nor will they you beset,
when ferns and flowers
are tender with dew,
when dreams 
that you've dreamt
become alive and new,
when the stir of a breeze
and a rustle in the trees
become

Fun Marathon Poetry Inspired By Basho

water puddle 
marathoners running
soaked sneakers squishing

I Search For Thee

behold
multiple
worlds
bubbling
out
from
the 
quantum sea
thus
alien
worlds
without end
i
search
for thee

Love Is Kind

surely
there
comes
a
time
when
love
speaks
so soft
and
gently
where
love 
is kind
thus
no
more
loneliness
to
unwind
when
love speaks
gently
then
i
shall
find
that
love
is 
kind

Painter duo

Two painters
Two generations
Two minds
But one goal – to observe and to paint

Vincent’s Arles
20th February 1888
He left as snow fell in Paris
Seeking warmth, bright light and colour
Provence beckoned, Arles awaited

Cold welcome soon turned warm
Vincent keen to explore
Keen to advance painting style
Bold colours, dynamic brush strokes

May day and the yellow house his base
Hopes of a collective studio
Daring

The Promise He Had

They said he couldn't the path was too steep,
But dreams don't belong to the ones who sleep.
With fire in his heart and a storm in his eyes,
He walked through the shadows, aiming for skies.

A man on a mission, his purpose was deep,
A promise to honor, a vow he would keep.
He stumbled and fell, time after

The Journey Within

I carry the weight of unspoken names,
ancestors carved in the marrow of me.
Chains once bound them, yet their spirit still walks,
pressing my steps with a rhythm of fire.

The mirror does not reflect only my face,
it holds centuries of silence and struggle.
Songs in languages stolen yet remembered,
rise in my chest like thunder after rain.

I walk between

Walk Into The Light

Walk into the Light 
Beginning with the eye:
One like a needle has,
And pierce into your mind.

Enter the Source where 
Light produces Light:
Never returning to 
This Darkness left behind.

Walk into the Light.

Cashmere Nights

We cuddle close in cashmere sheets,?
Trading secrets, life’s sweet feats.?
You bring the funds, I bring the charm,?
Together, babe, we do no harm. 

Before you, nights were quiet, gray,?
Now love and warmth have come to stay.?
We count the dollars, laugh, and sigh… ?
It’s your kiss that changed my life, and why

PREPARATION SENATOR

Seven year old Boy with a dream
Aspiration to become a Senator one day
At an early age, the young boy needed to know how with the specifics
He tried doing research on his own, but didn’t quite know the fundamentals with concepts
Politics has terminology all its own
The young boy tried to practice, practice and even act like

Little Girl Lost

she sits across the room and smiles so sweet;
no one is aware that underneath
she hides her pain from all around;
little girl lost, never to be found.
they say she's crazy, watch out for her,
she's not known to play well with others.
but if that's true , then all i can say
is maybe they should walk in her

When the Soul Holds a Brush

I once saw a soul hold a brush—
when my eyes first fell in love
with the Sistine Chapel ceiling.
Michelangelo, with the sweep of his hand,
took me through space and time,
into a cathedral of bliss
painted upon the heavens.

When I dreamed of the Mona Lisa,
and tasted the silence
of The Last Supper,
I woke asking—
Was Leonardo da Vinci a man,
or

The longing of an eternal: Inspired from The Sandman by Neil Gaimon

As the dream king is sat at his throne...

What am I to do whilst I am away? What then would befall my kingdom? There is still so much to do but yet, I am administered so little time. I am here now but what should take priority? This throne alike every footstep of mine bears

To Leave Thy Mark

oh
love
i
shed
thy
heart
where
to
leave
thy
mark
is
thy
sweet
reward

DAILY GRATITUDE THE ABILITY TO LEARN ABOUT OTHERS

I am grateful for the ability to learn about others…
in a world filled with my sisters and brothers….

Because when I learn about another person…
who they are, how they live…where the dwell
It’s amazing but at the same time
I learn more about myself as well

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